So here is a developing turkey story that to me is funny (probably just because I'm personally involved)...
Last evening, Mason and I drove around a bit looking for a turkey to hunt close to our house. He is wanting to skip school one day this week to hunt, particularly on the days they do not have OAA testing. That would normally be OK with me, but I am having to work at the shop both morning and evenings this week due to a girl quitting. So, that leaves me with being able to get him out on quick hunts before school, therefore needing to be close to home. We found one last night, probably one my neighbor has been seeing, and actually took pictures of last Sunday afternoon as he strutted with a few hens right beside his truck!
I told Mason would we go kill him this morning, but due to weather I opted to stay in bed. Mason was furious, but I didn't let that disturb my sleep much.
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He just called me as he had just jumped off the bus at home, while I am here at the shop currently. He didn't let his morning bus ride go to waste. He used it to road scout a bit, and the reason for his call was pure untamed childhood excitement! He saw a big gobbler strutting with a handful of hens right behind the neighbor's original farmhouse. (Ric, this is over at Bill's, the first ravine behind the house). With it being fairly early, Mason concluded the birds must be roosting in the closest patch of timber and is certain we can kill one early. I gotta go with his gut feeling on this one. Can't wait to see how it works out in the morning, rain or shine!
I'd be willing to bet he is the only redneck kid on that bus ride that had his little fat face pressed against the glass looking for turkeys... rotflmao